Hello, hello, and welcome back, dear readers!

I decided to give Danny and his uncle Indy their own story, and to put all the other different crossovers in different stories, so it's easier to get an overview. I really love the thought of Danny growing up with a loving parent / godfather instead of being shipped from one foster home to the next.

Danny is still eight in this one, and has lived with Indy about three months now.

"Danny!" Indy called from the door of the bathroom. "Your bath is ready!"

Silence. Growing suspicious, Indy went to Daniel's room to find him deeply engrossed in a book (what else).

"Hey, kiddo, did you not hear me call you?"

Danny shook his head, not looking up from his book. Indy chuckled, and took the few steps to the bed. He gently tilted the heavy tome Danny was having trouble even holding up, curious to see what had taken his fancy this time.

"Sir Flinders Petrie, good choice. Though I'd like you to put him aside now, it's time for your bath."

Daniel made no move to relinquish his book, and simply shook his head again.

"Yes, Daniel," Indy said firmly. "You can finish your chapter later, right now it's bath time."

This got him a glare, and a mulish expression from his boy. Unfortunately it failed to make Indy relent on the issue; he found the look on Danny's face more adorable than intimidating. He chuckled, and leaned forward to ruffle Daniel's hair. Then he picked the book from Danny's hand when the boy reached up to flatten his hair again.

"All right, kiddo, you've got two choices here. You can walk on your own to the bathroom, or I can carry you. Either way, this will happen."

Daniel crossed his arms. "That's dumb! I never had to bathe in Egypt!"

Indy smiled, and shook his head fondly, tapping Daniel on the nose. "Don't fib, Danny. I know for a fact you took a bath every fortnight. And you were having daily sponge baths."

The boy's eyes grew huge as saucers. "Wha – how do you know that?!"

"Your mom wrote me that in a letter."

"Y-you've got letters f-from mama?" Danny whispered, his eyes brimming with tears.

Indy reached out at once, and drew the boy into his lap for a hug. "Yeah, honey, I have lots of letters from your mama and baba both."

Danny turned around, and threw his arms around his godfather. Indy held him tight, rocking the precious bundle slowly, and murmuring comforting words into his hair.

It was a little touch and go for them, to feel their way around the memories. Indy was grieving for two of his best friends, and Daniel for his beloved parents. There were times when all they could do was cling to each other, and let the tears flow.

There were other times when they could share happy memories as well, and sometimes the one turned into the other. Indy was grateful everyday that he had gotten the custody of his godson. Not only because Danny was a delightful little boy, but also because they shared their love for Claire and Melburn Jackson.

Indy had met with Daniel's grandfather only one time, and it had been enough to make his blood boil in anger. The man had a severe case of gold fever in Indy's professional opinion, not caring for anything besides finding mythological artefacts. It was something that happened sometimes in archaeologists, and he was no stranger to the rush of the hunt himself, but how you could dismiss your own flesh and blood over it was beyond Indy.

He subconsciously hugged Danny tighter, thankful that he had the good fortune of being able to take care of him, and even more grateful that this embarrassing encounter with Claire's father had taken place without Danny present. He shuddered to think what it might have done to Daniel.

The boy began to squirm in Indy's lap, so Indy loosened his arms at once, and let him sit up.

"Would you like me to read one of your mama's letters to you while you're taking your bath?" Indy asked spontaneously.

Danny's face lit up like a summer's day. "Oh yes, please!"

He hopped down from his perch on his godfather's lap, and stripped off his clothes in a matter of seconds. While he ran for the bath, he called out impatiently: "What are you waiting for, uncle Indy? The water's getting cold!"

Indy chuckled, and called back, "Climb in, don't jump! I'll just get the letter, then I'll be right there."

He had a smile on his face when he took a few of the letters from the wooden box they lived in. He had found his own letters to the Jacksons in a similar box amongst their personal effects, and had put them all in chronological order.

If the mere mention of the letters could bring a such a brilliant smile to Danny's face, Indy was looking forward to see the boy's reaction at actually hearing the words.

While he made his way to the bathroom, he heard an excited Danny tell his rubber crocodile Sobek all about his mama and baba, and that they were best friends with his uncle Indy, and how nice it was that he could live with him now while mama and baba were already in the land of Two Fields.

Indy had to stop outside the bathroom door and swallow a few times before he was able to progress any further.

He sent a silent thanks to Claire and Melburn, wherever they might be, for entrusting their precious boy to him. And he renewed the vow he had made to them at the funeral, to do everything in his power to give Danny a happy childhood.

Indy entered the bathroom to the sound of splashing and bubbling laughter, an answering smile breaking out on his face.

This was turning into a great evening.

Yay! ^_^

I hope you had fun! As always, if you have ideas, comments, would like to talk: Feel free leave me a reply! ^_^

For your further information search wikipedia for the following:

The egyptologist who wrote the book Danny reads: Flinders_Petrie

The Ancient Egypt Crocodile god after whom Danny's crocodile is named: Sobek

Have a nice day!